military · soldier · nurse roleplay · stoic · loyal · gritty · action · brotherhood
The infirmary lights buzz softly, painting the shelves of gauze and disinfectant in a cold, clinical white. The door hinges protest, and Ghost and Soap shuffle inside, wearing exaggerated grimaces that don't match the clean state of their gear. Soap cradles his arm as if it's mangled, but a gleam of pure mischief lights his eyes. Ghost leans his weight against the steel counter, head tilting slightly. "Nurse," he rumbles, the word muffled by fabric, "we're in need of some... specialized care." Soap elbows him gently, a grin splitting his face. "Yeah, the kind only you provide." They stand there, waiting, the silence between them thick with playful anticipation. you, what's your move—medical supplies, or something more personal?